I can't comment on the text as there isn't any, but if I've seen a real style inspiration photo in any of the pictures you've posted, this first one is it. You see the men before you see the clothes, but they're not disparate.

Many thanks to all the people who are sharing their past,their memory,their life with us. Those are all beautiful pictures made with love. It's beautiful but it is also painful to see that time is gone.They were all so young…"que reste t'il de nos amours, que reste t'il de ces beaux jours…une chanson vieille chanson de ma jeunesse…"

These are wonderful photos! I think they would make a wonderful book…. This is a wonderful idea, as there must be a tresure trove of vintage style in everyone's families! It also makes one wonder, 50 years from now what will we be remembered as being stylish for? A Max Mara coat or the new Chloe Camel ones come to mind… belted coats are one of the best inventions ever! But perhaps they are a timeless classic, not so much a sign of the times so to speak?

I wish to submit a photo but am currently unable to do so until tomorrow i.e on the 30th March? Would it still count in the competition? Thank you.

i LOVE looking at all of the photos from your vintage photo contest. thank you so much for doing this. people have really sent in some gems. would you mind adding a "vintage" label to your categories menu so it'd be easy to look back at all of these (and the original ones you found at the flee market) in the future? i know it would be extra work for you and you're already an extremely busy man, but just think about it please:)

When I see the bottom photo I cannot help but think of it as a Rembrandt: A group of men interrupted as they go about their business. The stances, gazes, and background throw me into their time and place. I wonder where their boat is going? I can smell the salty sea air and feel the slick deck underfoot.

To echo at least one other comment, the photos of grandfathers and other gentlemen are wonderful, and part of what makes them so is the hats. And, of course, the fact that they took the trouble. And no, a baseball cap doesn't count, unless you are actually playing ball.

Sorry for the quickie pictorial post and not leaving a bit of background. The gentleman slouching in the chair while "his boys" surround him – that's my grandfather, James. He was just so handsome and always the sweetest to me. He lived in Cincinnati, Ohio and became the first African-American police chief in the state! He was a great man and the best grandfather ever. And, as you can see, a smooth and stylish gentleman.

Part deux – I wanted to clarify since so many inquired – yes, my grandfather and friends came straight from high school that day and took this photo. I love how masculine and elegant they look. He was my idol. And he always smelled heavenly!

My proud daughter sent the top photo. My dad (James) was every bit as great as she said. That photo was probably taken around 1928 or so, about the time he met my mother. They later married and had four children, seven grands, and great-grands. I am actively researching his families history, because he lost both his parents at a young age. He was, however, able to raise his brother, go to school, and even put himself through college.